Okay, first of all, who puts breast milk through the x-ray machine? They always have those little laser scanners for baby stuff. Apple juice, water, empty sippy cups, all that jazz. What on earth point is there in x-raying a plastic storage baggie of milk? It’s a baggy. You swish it around: No nails! The x-rays wouldn’t pick anything of worth up anyway.

Who stands there for 45 minutes while a young mother, alone, stands in a glass box, missing her flight, and doesn’t say or do anything or relent in any way?

And this business that TSA employees are all brave ex-marines who just want to defend their country? Bull-hocky. I’ve been through a lot of security lines since 9/11 and in my experience they’re all like this: officious, fat, grumpy union thugs that are all cheer and skittles early in their well-paid shifts but will practically hit you if you do a single thing wrong when their moods start to slip.

Hey! You got a problem with Union-thugs you talk TO ME! Before slapping it all over this interweb thing, what? Well, shit, I mean, you know, you know? Hell yes, well I didn’t mean for you to take it that way. I mean well shit, you know?

When I was in London right after 9/11 (with extremely-armed police units patrolling the airports) I went on a few plane trips and never once had to even show ID.

The ex-marines thing came up last week at some point. I didn’t bother linking to any of it but in one account some guy spent a lot of time going on about how the traveling public mostly just grosses him out and trust him, he’s not getting any cheap thrills out of patting people down, so keep everyone’s comments to themselves. But the TSA camel has been, err, collecting straw for quite some time now, eh.